It touched me, but I couldn’t feel it. It spoke to me, but I couldn’t hear it. We ate together, we danced together, we slept together and I failed to realise its presence. Why? I guess TRUST?
Maybe, but was there something more than TRUST. Should I call it LOVE?
Three years of love, three years of trust and thats when my instincts they touched me, but I couldn’t feel it. They spoke to me, but I couldn’t hear it. She cheated me!
It came as a big shock to me, I was stranded I was devastated. Before even wanting to know the person with whom she cheated me, I wanted to know WHY she cheated me?
I did not confront her, I tried my best not to react but I was shattered from inside. I wanted to know the reason first before confronting her so I thought of pretending as if everything was normal. Days…weeks..months passed by but I had no clue what made her do this. She too pretended as if nothing had happened. After getting no answer as to WHY she did so, I started investigating as to WHO was she secretly dating?
Call logs, text messages, Facebook chats all of them were clear! Or wait, they all were cleared?
When all of this didn’t work, I resorted to other methods of spying on her which made me question about her location, her friends and her sister about her behaviour. You guessed it right!
Nothing came up.
Slowly, we started separating. Our daily dates turned into weekly dates, our conversation turned from hours to minutes. We had lost the spark by now, there was nothing left to talk about. But we both lied, not to each other but to ourself.
The truth had to come out, I got hold of her secret diary which she used to carry in her bag, occasionally for our french classes. I secretly sneaked it into my bag and after getting home, I opened the book to discover the secrets of her new lover.
The suspense was finally over!
His name was right in front of my eyes, within seconds I had that name covered by my tear drops.
I was shattered AGAIN, worst of all I had known that person very closely, it touched me, but I couldn’t feel it. It spoke to me, but I couldn’t hear it. We ate together, we danced together, we slept together and I failed to realise its ABSENCE.
“ He is not the same as he was, things have changed between us. I yearn for my old love who used to love me rather than being suspicious, who used to be honest than being a secret spy”
- from her secret diary, dated 2 months back!
Yes, she did cheat on me, by loving the new me or the old me ?